People keep telling me about a place where everyone is happy... Where everyone is free.
But what is it to actually be free?
Is in-de-pen-den-ce just being able to say that you're not being hurt by anyone?
Or is there something more to it?
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A long time ago, I had a dream.
And it wasn't just a normal dream that faded as I moved through the day.
It was a dream that stayed with me.
A dream which I could never forget.
In that dream, I saw a man kiss his son goodbye. I saw that father give one last look at his child before turning away from him, before leaving him to live by himself for himself. The boy was crying as his father turned towards the dusty path that lay before him, asking for his dad to stay with him. He was desperate and alone; he didn't know if he could survive on his own. He needed someone to guide him, to help him live and grow.
He wasn't ready to take the world like a soldier.
Because he wasn't a soldier.
He wasn't a hero.
He was a child.He held onto his father's sleeve, kept calling out for him to come back. With tears blocking his vision and a hoarse throat, the boy kneeled on the ground sobbing. " Come back!" he yelled, voice fading with the wind " I can't even stand without you! How can I be expected to live on my own?"
To that, the father replied. " With experience, you will learn to fight on your own. You will fall and crawl many times, scrape your knees and bruise your hands and face. You will bleed, I assure you of that. But those wounds are not permanent. With time and care, they will heal. And gradually, you will be able to stand.
The wear and tear will beat at your body,
but you will be able to walk and move forward.
And from the scars, you will never forget."
Next, the child cried." Come back!" he yelled, rubbing at his eyes, " I can't even see! How can I be expected to live on my own?"
To that, the father replied. " In life, you will face eternal cold and darkness. The world is filled with shadows that blind you from hope and light. But as you learn to see for yourself, as you roam through the shadows and hit the walls, as you suffer alone in the dark depths of despair, you will learn to see the faint light that always rests and waits in the shadows. You will be able to see the pinprick of luminance in even the darkest of chasms. And from that, your eyes will be able to see hope.
You will be able to see,
after first being blind."
Finally, the boy screamed." What kind of father are you?" he wept, body shaking, " I thought you loved me! What did I do wrong? What made you hate me so much? What made me so unworthy of having a father?
I know I'm not perfect... but that's no reason to leave me! I can get better! I can be the son you want!
I'm sorry I failed!"
To that, the man turned around. Caressing the boy's face in his hands, he looked down into the boy's eyes. In silence, they both stared at one another.
(And from that moment, the boy could see how strong his father was.) " Son," he said, " I love you. Never doubt that.
And you are never a failure until you allow yourself to believe that you are.
If I could, I would stay by your side and watch you grow. I would hold your hand as you moved through the milestones of life, would be there as you ran through this insane course and maze of maturity and reality. I would catch you as you learned to fall and stand on your own. I would hug you in pride as you succeeded and hug you in consolation as you failed.
But throughout it all, I would choose to always be by your side. I would want to be there to kiss you good night and read you a bed time story as you drifted into sleep.
I would want to watch as you find your first love and start a family of your own.
I would want to watch as you grew taller and stronger.
I would even want to watch as you left me to live on your own,
as you forgot about me in the rabble of memories that you'll make for yourself.
But in a land far away, there are other children like you who cry for help. There are other kids, old and young, who seek for someone to save them. And they--all those men and women--they are my children as well. And as a father, I must make sure that they receive my care. I must love them like I love you."
Holding the boy in his arms, he pointed up at the star that fell from the heavens above. "But do you see that sky?" he said gently, " Did you know that no matter where you are, you always gaze up at the same moon and stars? The land around you is different, but the sky is always the same. Expanding over the horizons, it connects the rugged frontiers to the snow-capped mountains.
That will always be the sky that I see.
That will always be the sky that you see.
So for now, you must be a soldier. I know you are only a child, but you must move on. You must carry on fighting through the struggles; You must carry on living and breathing.
But know that as long as that sky stays in the air, you will never be alone. There will always be someone else watching from those heavens, rooting you on as you stumble and fall.
Alphred, you will grow to become a great hero.
You have so much potential, and I am so proud of that.
But to become a hero, you need to fight. "
" What if I can't?" the boy squeaked, " What if I fail?"
" Then you go down with pride. But you must never go down without fighting. Let your enemies see you fall but never give them the pleasure of saying that they saw you give up.
But for now though, you have to be brave. Although it may be scary to live in such a world like this, it's the only we have.
If I could bring you to a place where I didn't have to worry about things like this, I would. It just so happens that no such world exists except for in our imagination and the past."
Releasing the boy, the man gave a soft smile. And after giving him a gentle pet on the head, the man turned around and left his child in the dust.
He was never seen again.
"Make me proud, kiddo.
Become free."
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Again I ask what independence is.
Is independence when you leave the people you love and forget about them?
Or is independence looking at the same sky as someone you love but moving on to do what's best for them?
When you live in a weird world without freedom, is there anyway to get it back? If I gave my life like that, could I get it back?
Could I do something with as much meaning?
And who are those other kids who needed to be fought for as well?
Do they appreciate it?
Do they remember it?If I ever got to talk to them about it, I would tell them not to regret that man's sacrifice. Or anyone who chooses to take a similar road.
They chose to fight; they chose to use his freedom to help others, to help us. Sure, we may lose someone in the process. But I guess in the end, it brings us closer to becoming happy again. And that's always what family wants for us.
Yeah, they're still family.
Even if now, they may be farther away than we can ever reach.
If someone ever finds this journal, I want to leave a message.
I may never meet you; I may never be able to speak to you.
But maybe even without knowing you, I can do my part.It might seem that we have a cracked family, one that will never be repaired. But maybe we can make families for ourselves.
Hey, we all live in the same place.
Why can't we all be family? Do you see that sky above you?
I don't know where you are and you don't know where I am.
But still, we're connected by the same blue, black, yellow, or orange horizon.
Hey, do you feel lonely right now?
I do.
But I know that you're there.And maybe you know that I am too.
Remember that I'll be rooting for you as well.
{Will you maybe root for me too?}Ever since that dream, you know I've been fighting hard.
I've been falling, and tripping, and stumbling, and hurting.
But, I know how to walk now.[end of journal 3]
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